Monday, June 8, 2009

Hating everything about you,
In the mirror, in public,
What should I do to you?
Nothing as usual.

I hate the way you look,
It makes me ill,
Confidence that you took,
Just let me walk away as you stay still.

I keeping coming back to the same old habit,
The habit I hate more than you,
Having to look at you every fucking day,
I hate it.

I hate you more than you know,
I should cut with a razor,
Giving more pleasure than you'd know,
And thats the last thing I want to do.

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